We just had an earthquake here in southern California. Initial reports put it way out in the desert–shit! Now we’re having an aftershock!
It’s times like these I hate living here. Ooh, this is such a weird feeling. It’s very much a liquid sensation–almost like my apartment is rolling back and forth on wheels. That one seems to be passed now.
Okay, radio says preliminary reports are show it was a 7.0 (!) with an epicenter about 32 miles north of Joshua Tree (an online pal is saying it’s Barstow). They’re wondering if it was an aftershock of the Landers quake from a few years back. No injuries or damage, though, probably because it’s so far away.
I was trying to sleep when I felt it start–a gentle roll that just gradually progressed, then faded away. It lasted forever (at least it feels like it). The Northridge quake grabbed right away, a sharp jerk and jumping, verses this creepy thing. I was frozen in my bed, listening, waiting, feeling my heart pound into my throat. The cupboards flew open, and I heard my 30gal tank sloshing (and its filter smacking the wall)…I was so afraid the thing was going to fall over. After the quake passed, I still had that weird vertigo sensation–kinda like when you’re on a drop ride (such as Shockwave or Superman) and there’s a period of weightlessness.
So now I’m wide awake, my stomach hurts (even a little nauseated), and I’m still trembling a little. Fortunately, the earth isn’t. I just hope I can sleep soon.
Freakin’ plate tectonics.